Have you ever had a phallus or a brain come knocking at your door, insisting to attach itself to your incomplete body, which had hitherto been made out of clay by a pair of hands, one of which had eyeballs in its fingers? Of course you have. Or if you haven't, this Jan Svankmajer short may not make sense to you.

To be honest, it doesn't make sense to me either. It is one of his more inscrutable efforts - and when we're talking JS that's saying something. A person is gradually constructed by parts of a person in this stop motion film, until he fills his room and we are left with the image of him cramped against the ceiling while the light swings back and forth.

I can't tell you what this means. If I could, it probably would be a proper Svankmajer film. There are elements of his brilliant 60's short 'The Flat', and also of 'Et cetera' and 'Food'. The only thing I can really vouch for is that there is an underlying theme of life/death and mortality, and the futility of all of the above - like so many JS films - but, as with just as many - there is abundant comedy. At times it looks like Kermit the Frog at pottery class. You COULD watch this and just laugh at it.

Not my favourite Svankmajer film, nor the most astounding, but still hard to ignore. Deserves at least a three.